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And my tears fall like rain


Outline: I am bleeding onto the pages. I am sorry.
As the Autumn days lost their warmth
My love grew pale
And faded away.

I choked on the icy gusts
Of winter’s cruelty
And cursed the grey sky.

And all my happiness gone
In a final gasp.
Only death could steal my love.

My pain is etched on the sky
In jagged red wounds
And my tears fall like rain.

Clarissa

[Tue Jan 10, 2006 10:06 am]

Pure pain that seems to be in everything you have posted since your non-fiction piece in November, 'The Sentence'. And yes, I have read them all but have not commented until now. Anything I can say seems too feeble for what you must be going through. The mere weeks left in November have clearly come to an end and have left you alone 'as predicted' (the words you yourself used in replying to a comment on another poem of yours).
I won't go into the usual meaningless clichés of 'time healing all wounds', it doesn't. Time may alleviate the pain, it does not 'heal' it.

Quote:
And all my happiness gone
In a final gasp.

Few words that perfectly describe that last, awful moment that one wishes would never come but that one knows is inevitably going to happen.

Quote:
My pain is etched on the sky
In jagged red wounds

outstanding wording to say what happens before the scars on the soul form.

Not much I can say, Anony, except to wish you more strength than anyone can possibly have under the circumstances.

Clarissa
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Roy

[Tue Jan 10, 2006 1:11 pm]

So sorry to be reading this, Anony.

No need to apologise for posting it.

Beyond that, I can only reiterate Clarissa's words.
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Anonymouse

[Wed Jan 11, 2006 12:39 am]

Thank you, Clarissa and Roy. Isn't it strange that, inevitable as death is, it totally confounds us and throws us into a living nightmare? Nothing prepares us for the physical pain and despair of our loss. We all lose what we love and it happens over and over again and there is nothing to be done, it is just part of life.
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Lyuba Ranevsksysa

[Fri Jan 13, 2006 12:47 pm]

Having suffered the loss of my son a few years ago, I can fell the pain too.
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Firecrest

[Sat Jan 14, 2006 11:13 pm] And my tears fell like rain.

Such a sad poem.
We have all been there.
I was widdowed at 22, with two very young children.
I thought that My tears would never stop, but had to hide them from my children.since then have lost a 22yr old son, and had an horrendous marraige.
Yes tears do fall like rain, and I was at the very end of my tether.
I felth that I couldn't go on.
But I had to for my son.
It does pass, but the scars will always be there.
Firecrest.

The reviewer would appreciate your comments on: Lost Love
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Anonymouse

[Sun Jan 15, 2006 5:19 pm]

Thank you, Lyuba and Firecrest. In the throes of the grief I am currently working through, I cannot even contemplate the loss of one of my children.
I have read your poem, Firecrest, and hope that it is autobiographical! Good luck to you!
Smile
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Anonymouse

[Sun Jan 15, 2006 5:31 pm]

Sorry, Firecrest, I was talking about your most recent postdescribing a new love!
I have also read "Lost Love" and it is most poignant. Losing my husband in middle age, I had the support of all my children, rather than having to be protect them from the tragedy. What sadness you have had to contend with. I really hope that things are getting better now!
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And our little life is rounded with a sleep!"
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mad lemur

[Mon Jan 16, 2006 10:00 pm]

Hi Anonymouse,

<<<<hugs>>>>

No need to apologise for something that is happening in your life.

Keep on writing, it'll work out.

Hazel
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spiderbaby49

[Tue Jan 17, 2006 12:29 pm]

Hello lady. Bravo for posting this and thankyou.

It is a humbling poem to read and digest.

the lines

And all my happiness gone
In a final gasp.
Only death could steal my love.


So spare, yet so, so powerful.

I wish you well.

Ali
xx
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Weaver

[Tue Jan 17, 2006 8:33 pm]

Expertly crafted and obviously connected straight to the heart of loss which so many share. And that, I think is what makes works like this worthwhile. For me, reading many of the comments left on this page was just as important as the poem itself.

The reviewer would appreciate your comments on: Driving Under Bridges in the Rain
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Jenny Darling

[Thu Jan 19, 2006 12:19 am]

Dear Nonny, everyone has said it already. We who have not suffered cannot know what you are going through. You are writing some wonderful poetry at the moment - it is a gift. It will help you heal.
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Anonymouse

[Thu Jan 19, 2006 1:04 am]

I really appreciate everyone's comments and the words of encouragement. I really worried initially as to the appropriateness of writing poetry about my personal tragedy - but I realise now that life - and death - is what poetry is about and it is not a prostitution of my feelings or a cheapening in some way of my bereavement to post this up. I have really been heartened by your responses and they are helping me on my journey. Thankyou everyone.
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And our little life is rounded with a sleep!"
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karjon

[Thu Jan 19, 2006 7:10 pm]

Anony - I've read this at least once a day since you posted it.

I never feel qualified to comment in the poetry section, especially on such a personal piece, but I just wanted to say that I think it's powerfully written.

Quote:
My pain is etched on the sky
In jagged red wounds
And my tears fall like rain.


That bit gets me every time I read it.

Hope the wounds start to heal soon.

Cheers

Karen
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PenJen

[Thu Jan 19, 2006 7:17 pm]

Same here. I've read this countless times and it resonates and tugs everytime. Sometimes it's easier to let the words on page speak for you than those said aloud. This is a very poignant and special one. Peace to you and yours.

Jen Hug
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